His "How I became a poet" was the first catch. Whose definition, why someone writes? It's a wound that needs healing.
Let a poem be itself. Ya gotta be smart enough to ask what it wants to do. (What is this about instructive direction?) Poems don't care. They have a loving nature. "You never get it right on the first draft."
Size 14 shoes as a boy. Today he wears comfortably broken walking shoes. Then New Hampshire, now Maine. "Rains then quick thaws that so transform the world."
He read The Abandonment and I thought of Stafford reading I Had a Brother.
Giving form to the darkness. Who said "God damns every time he is asked"?
And a pantoum.
Name that poet.